A Life Must Be Lived

The world
is turning me
to face the sun.
This is the way of the day.
This is the way of a life.

In the turning
I observe
and feel.
In the facing
I participate
and feel.

This is life and living.
This is oneness.

On the porch
I sat
on the lake
watching a morning.

This oneness
completely I felt.
This reality
of being a part.

Yes, a small part
in a bigger picture
yet feeling large
because of the picture.

“I can do anything” large
this is not.
It’s just simple oneness.

Getting this realistically
simple
it becomes too
complex
to explain.

It can only be
felt.
It can only be
lived.

–J. Brunson

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